"Do I Know You?" [K2]

Chapter 17 | Floating Around In Darkness (Featuring Death)

"Okay bUT I WILL FINISH THIS BOOK I PROMISE AND I WON'T TAKE FOREVER WITH IT" it's December I wrote that in June-

it's been like 6 months since the last update i'm???

Honestly I will fix the writing early next year if I remember but I just wanna get this done tbh.

Kenny's POV

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Oh great.

Not again.

I opened my eyes, my head slightly pounding from the spot where the bullet went through my head. It was dark, but also not at the same time. I couldn't describe what it was about this place, but it had a feeling to it. Well, maybe it's because I died; not sure.

"I see you have 'that' look on your face," A voice echoed. It sounded miles away, but I knew that Death was really only a few feet away from me. Happened for as long as I remember, but the greeting was usually 'Welcome back' or 'Haven't seen you in a while,' not whatever that meant.

"What do you mean 'that' look?" Death shrugged, finally appearing in my field of vision. Hmm... not much has changed about them since the last time I died. It's been about 3 months or so? Time really does fly.

"You know, the thing we talked about," He suggested, helping me stand up and keeping me balanced as the blood rushed to my legs, making me stumble a bit. "You know, the one that was 'if you ever want someone to remember the events before you dying you can but it'll cost you.' That deal."

"Oh yeah. Well... I'd like to make that deal now," I stated, my fists clenching just slightly. That means I'll be exposing my secret vigilante life, parts of my life that I wanted everyone to forget, giving some of that up so then my closest friend could remember what happened these past few weeks. The exact details of the deal weren't exactly clear, but I knew that I was only allowed to do this once, and that some of my own memories will be shared with the person of choice as well.

"I guess it's for someone special then. But remember, that can change as time goes on," Death responded, raising a cautious finger, "You know the details, and you know you can't take this back."

"I know that," I snapped back, inhaling sharply as I glanced down at the endless black abyss below me, "I know... and I know I've made stupid choices and stuff, but I actually think I'm making a good choice."

"That's what they all say. But then, mostly about five years later, for a lot of them, they come back, begging me to take the deal back. But they know that I can't take it back. That could happen to you if you don't think this through," He advised. His words didn't have a specific tone to them, but that meant that Death was serious about this. I knew there was no going back.

"So.. what's their name, since you're willing to go through with this," He waved his hand, a piece of paper and a fancy pen appearing in a cloud of black smoke. It was the same pen that has been used for years now, but never seemed to run out of ink. Strange.

"Kyle. Kyle Broflovski. He's my friend, and honestly the on that I consider to be the closest to me. Well... I don't know if we're friends or more than that, but it's something," I said, realizing how i really didn't know what Kyle and I were after my whole speech-thing. I mean sure, I've gone out with people, but I don't think I really felt anything more than sexual attraction towards most of them. Feelings are weird.

"Oh, yes. That boy you mentioned a few times in the past. Figures. But it is your choice, and from what you told me, it seems like a pretty good one. Not to influence you or anything, of course," He wrote his name down on the 'contract' in fancy cursive handwriting, like one you see in old books or pictures of on websites. His name in that handwriting looked... nice.

"Yeah, him. Is it possible?" I asked, sitting down on, well, there was no ground to sit on, but I was sitting no matter what.

"Yes, it is. Why wouldn't it?"

"Just askin'"

"Well... just sign here and you'll be free to go. It'll be just like any other time, except you can choose how far back you'll go. Of course, the memory thing will take effect as well," The paper appeared in front of me, the pen hovering near my right hand for me to take a sign my name on the bottom of the paper.

I wonder if this is the right choice to make? I mean, I can't take this back. What if things change and he realizes that he doesn't want to be friends with me anymore? What if we get into a fight and he just leaves me? What if something happens to me or him or--

"You're having second thoughts, aren't you?" He asked, looking down at me. I glanced up, then back down at the paper.

"I guess. I just worry for whatever the hell the future holds for me. I mean, I don't know what'll happen. No one does," I said, grabbing the dark pen that was still floating next to my hand, "But, it's worth the gamble." It didn't even fell like I signed it myself, my hands moving on their own.

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I sat up in my, breathing heavily while glancing at the clock. 3:26AM. January 31st.

The morning of the dance.

A smile formed on my face, a sigh of relief escaped my mouth, and I fell back onto my pillow, just relieved that I got back to this time. I have the whole day to resolve issues, make sure I don't get exposed through one of Cartman's stupid plans that could actually work if he put way more thought into it, and to make sure it was only Kyle and I that hung out tonight.

Today was going to be a day.

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A/N

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-Alex/AlexTheDuckPotato